one loose cannon {OPEN

[theondre demetrios midwinter]

It’s the rule that you live by and die for
It’s the one thing you can’t deny.
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Theo was rarely ever at home anymore. Usually he was only there to sleep or stock up on weapons. There was nothing against the Institute. He just preferred being out as often as possible. That was why he was looking for an apartment of his own. Well, considering it. He had yet to tell anyone about that, though, since he found no point if he wasn’t moving out anytime soon.

So, it was a rare night indeed, when Theo came home early and headed straight to the training room. Then again, there was something in the manner of which he came home that begged the question of why he was home at all. He probably passed one of his family members or another Shadowhunter, but he noticed nothing. Someone could have been standing right in front of him and he would’ve most likely plowed right on through them, regardless of who it was. Yes, it was safe to say that Theo was in a mood — and not a good one at that.

He was always a force to be reckoned with on even his best days, but things could get downright dangerous if he let his temper get the better of him. Sadly, that was what seemed to be the case tonight. Even worse was that anyone could become a target in the mood he was in, even himself. This actually made it even more dangerous, because he rarely cared about anyone or anything and how his actions effected them. It was even worse that he could care less about his own well-being as well.

So, once in the training room, Theo made his way over to the table in the corner where a stereo sat. He grabbed his MP3 out of his pocket and hooked it in, blasting his music before heading to the punching bag that hung from the ceiling. He tossed his leather jacket aside and started his work out. It started off like any other work out. An uppercut here. A lowercut there. It was all very routine up until fifteen minutes later. Then his graceful fluid movements got to the point of sloppiness as he just begun pounding the bag. He was no longer focusing on the workout itself. Now he was just all up in his head and beating the bag as hard as he could as if that would make his mind clear up and those unwanted emotions go away.

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TAG Open
WORDS 407
NOTES
LYRICS where is the edge - WITHIN TEMPTATION